Spring is Here
I have a need, the need to create, the desire to lead. I feel it with in, it goes against what I believe, my personal creed. The bed is ready for us to plant the seed, to work hard, making sure it has what it may need. Paying every price for the dirty deed. Time passes for the seed. It begins to grow. Soon it will have a need, all its own. To bloom and grow, the calls of nature it must heed.
